But the summer did end, and it looked like my entrance to college was going to be delayed for a year by a lack of funds. My parents would pay for tuition and room and board, but if I wanted a car or any spending money, I had to earn it myself. I had just started my first job when I met Janet, this tennis chum of my Mom's. I'd begun dating several guys, and I...
"So, Abigail how does it feel to be 19?" her mother asked. "No different than 18, Mom, and thanks for getting me those writing pads for school." "Well, a young lady must be prepared to enter her second year of college. You must plan for when you grow up and enter the world of business." "Mom... really? I told you a million times that I've grown already. I...
Deal breaker A day of firsts The train of metro 51 to Amsterdam south station arriving at Wibautstraat was more than usually overcrowded due to earlier delays. Normally I'd wait for the next one, assuming that would be less crowded. I knew I had to get in today, not wanting to be late the first day on my new job. So I strategically positioned myself next...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
"Hi Le, how are you this morning?" Though a little jealous, Paulette was always uplifted by the younger woman's constant cheerfulness. Practically bouncing in her seat, Le replied, "I'm fine thank you. I had orange juice this morning at the café by the canal watching the sun rise. How is your day going?" Paulette had started subtly flirting with Le. "You l...
When Sasha Met Kat Well here I am again. Just to keep you updated, I have been out on a few dates with Sasha. I discovered that she was training to be a ballerina in Moscow, but as it was she developed a little too much. That is, she got too tall and her breasts got too big for her to be considered a professional dancer. Now I don't know about you, but I li...
As always all characters are at least 18 years old and are complete figments of my imagination. Any characters resembling actual people other than myself is pure coincidence. I also want to thank everyone for their comments and encouragement. XOXO Tiff ***** Monday, early morning. Ms. Barrett stood in front of her open closet. She hadn't agonized this b...
I'm not conceited, I swear, and it's not like I'm hung up on this at all, but the truth is that I am, undeniably, a babe. Dropping all modesty for the moment, an extreme babe. I would never say that, but it's important that you get the right picture of me so this story makes a bit more sense. If you could see me, I wouldn't have to say it; it's obvious even...
I had an uncomfortable few days after I ran into my former lesbian lover out at our village fete. I hadn't seen her for 25 years, I hadn't heard a peep from her in all that time, since I was 18, in fact. I'd married and raised an adult daughter, become a respected pillar of local society -- and then one day she turned up out of the blue! I tried to tell myse...
It was at the village fete that I saw her. I had just emerged from the main tent, after judging the sponge cake competition -- a solemn duty for the parish vicar's wife -- and there she was, 20 yards away from me, paying for a go at the coconut shie. She looked even slimmer than I remembered her as a teenager. I thought at first that her short, spiky hair ha...